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Looking Back.
Take me away to a day that
was young, to a time long
ago, and a life unsung.
To a page with no title
and lines written feint
where age was a canvas
awaiting the paint.
Take me away to a day that
was young, to a time long
ago, and a life unsung.
To a page with no title
and lines written feint
where age was a canvas
awaiting the paint.
I wish that too
Everyone wishes to re-draw his life
as if it was done by a pencil
but unfourtunatly we paint our lives
with a black ink
so hard to be erased
nice poem
Very true, perhaps we should
Very true, perhaps we should think more carefully before we paint anything at all, many thanks for commenting :-) Sue.